ANNETTE'S POV
As I sat in the back of the luxurious Mercedes Maybach Exelero, my mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more surreal than the last. The printed copy of the marriage contract that Connor had passed to me still lay in my lap, the weight of its implications pressing down on me like a leaden shroud.
I could still feel his eyes on me as I read through the terms of the contract, his gaze predatory and possessive, as if daring me to defy him. The stipulations were clear—once I signed on the dotted line, I would be bound to him in marriage, with no right to opt out unless my life was in danger. I would be expected to fulfill my wifely duties, including satisfying his s****l desires, though only with my consent.
As I reached the clause regarding intimacy, I felt a shiv
